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Megan Upskirt Jumanji by Ho Masubi

   I feel totally anxious, standing in front of the mirror drying my hair.
I can't stand being unimportant or ignored, I would rather die.  A short
see through nightie makes no sense.  Better an innocent one piece gown;
embroidered flowers on the top; a long skirt.  This way I can control what
he sees.  Men like dad just aren't smart when it comes to clothes.  He'll
be so surprised when I make it slide up over my knees and he sees my pussy.
And then dad will beat the heck out of me.  I'm silly he never beats
anyone. If he finds out I forgot my panties he'll make me go upstairs and
put them on.  It's a rule and daddy never allows anyone to break the rules
especially the one about panties.

   If I get in trouble it's totally Courtney fault.  I asked the kids I
have lunch with: They couldn't help they're too nice.  I have English with
Courtney.  She's smart and funny even if her friends are whores.  People
say whores are bad but Courtney and her friends so stick together.  Most
girls are into gossip and being popular but they don't seem that way at
all. Courtney never talks about her friends but she has told me things
about herself and I am proud to say I never repeated any of it but the
girls I have lunch with, tell on each other all the time.  Of course, if
you ask for advice from a whore.  "Listen Megan; if you want your dad to
pay attention to you.  Wear something pretty and spread your legs." "My dad
isn't like other men: He's a strict Catholic; he always wears a jacket in
the house and he never raises his voice." "Men never turn down a chance for
sex." "But my dad isn't into sex." Courtney laughed and said, "Your dad has
five kids."

   Courtney told me some crazy things she did.  She never said who she did
it with but she's the bravest person I know.  Doing this will take a lot of
guts but I'm brave and I love drama.  I try to think about him kissing me.
I think he won't, if daddy wanted sex he wouldn't have a rule about wearing
panties.  I think about it and it doesn't seem so bad.  Daddy is big, he
has jet black hair and rosy cheeks I actually think that he's kind of
handsome.

   I feel nervous about trying it until I think how I so totally hate
Emily, the oldest, for being daddy's best friend.  They have private
business meetings together all the time.  I'm so jealous.  I always wanted
to be his favorite.  I so want dad to ask me to have a private business
meeting with him.  Samantha is older then me too.  He shows her stuff about
the computer because she's working on software project for a science fair
and he's helping her.  I so wish daddy helped me with a science project. 
He's like a genius when it comes to computers.  I even saw stories about
him in computer magazines.  He quit his job to go into business for
himself. He's designing a search engine for the internet.  He says it will
make us rich but we have to make sacrifices.  The sacrifice was mommy.  She
goes away for months and visits with presents and phone calls and "I love
you" but hate her because I always wanted to be her favorite then after I
got to be her favorite she left and I am nobody's favorite now.

   I think how much he likes Crystal, she's younger and how much he likes
to watch her dance ballet for him.  Tommy is the youngest.  I guess he
likes him because he's a boy and he has his name.  Mom when she's around
calls dad Tom so Tommy must be named after him.  I'm not named after
anyone. They do boy stuff together like going to ballgames and fishing.  I
wonder why he doesn't take me fishing; I know it's because I'm a girl. 
Then it hits me, he took all the girls to ballgames and fishing too, all
except me.

   He asked me to go with them but I say no because he never wants to be
alone with me.  He won't even drive me to theater practice on Saturday.  He
spends time, alone time with everyone but me.  I wonder what is wrong: I
work hard; get good grades; I do my chores; I look like everyone else but
daddy ignores and avoids me.  No I look better.  Everyone says I'm like the
prettiest girl in school.  When the newspaper wants a picture of a pretty
girl my age, they use mine.  I get the lead in every play but that doesn't
count; I'm so into drama, and if I want something I get it no mater what I
have to do, no matter what it takes.  Still when my friends and I analyze
each others faces everyone says I'm the prettiest.

   I'm like smart too.  You would think he would like a smart kid.  I know
because I snuck up and overheard mom and dad talking about me after a
conference with my teacher.  Dad said my IQ was higher then any of the
other kids; even higher then his.  It is true I never got a grade less then
an A but I can't be that smart because I would like computers or science
not drama.  Still if I'm smarter then the other kids I should be his
favorite.

   My hair is dry and I check myself out.  The girl in the mirror is a blue
eyed blond: with white gold hair, not platinum, platinum is gross. 
Platinum is white hair that has been polished up with an attitude and a new
name.  I so hate it when someone says I have platinum hair.  Only a jerk
would say it.  White gold is the best color and it sets off my pail skin.
I've got a curvy figure and a nice butt too.  Lately people, men grown men,
look at my butt when I wear something tight.  I catch them doing when I go
to the mall.  I know they want me and it makes me proud even though it's a
sin.  I feel a little afraid too.  If one of them got me alone he would so
rape me.

   I look at my tits; I wish they were bigger.  I wear a bra to school.  My
tits are sort of small because I'm young but being young can be a good
thing because I'm smooth between my legs.  I hope that doesn't change
because shaving frightens me.  I finish bushing my hair so it looks nice. I
put on the coral pink lipstick I stole from Emily.  Dad totally hates
orange.  I couldn't find anything else in my room so I looked in Emily's. I
only use a little I don't want her to know.

   I take an emery board from my bureau.  I feel the carpet on my feet when
I walk down the stairs.  There's a rule about slippers too but there are
carpets on the floor and bare feet are sexy.  I walk downstairs and I feel
a breeze under my nightie.  I never played this game before and it makes me
feel sexy and afraid.  They started the movie on the big TV without me. 
Shows how important I am.  Daddy gets movies before they come out because
he's a computer genius.  It's called `Jumanji.' And it won't be out till
next week.  Dad will probably ignore me and watch the movie.

   Everyone is watching except Dad and Emily.  Dad sits on the sofa between
her and Samantha and they're having one of their private meetings.  He
never had a private meeting with me.  I wonder what they talk about: I'm
never welcome in their conversation.  I sit on the upholstered chair across
from the sofa.  I pull my nightie up exposing myself, totally and file my
toenails with the emery board.

   The silk cushion feels cool and slippery under my behind.  I forgot my
panties before but it's like different now.  I'm so trying to get his
attention but daddy continues to talk to Emily.  No one else like notices
anything either.  I wonder what a girl has to do to get noticed around
here.

   I kick my legs like I have a cramp and go back to my nails.  Now he
notices: He really notices: I mean like he's staring at my pussy.  I can't
hear him but I can see he's so confused; he keeps getting mixed up.  He
looks at Emily and it's like he tries to listen but he keeps looking back.
He probably thinks it's just an accident.

   I can't let Emily find out so I turn sideways and pull my nightie down
and he returns to the conversation: He says nothing about panties. 
Courtney is right: All men want sex even dad.  It's so funny I want to
laugh.  My dad: the saint, ha, ha; the rule enforcer; like every other man
he cares more about sex then the rules but he so notices me that I like it.
I sit down normally and it's more comfortable.  I watch TV for a while.  I
hate the girl in the movie she like runs away from the game and messes
everything up.  Movies always show girls as total cowards.  I swear if I
ever have an adventure I'll be totally brave and won't run away.

   I don't want him thinking I'm stupid or rude for exposing myself.  I
want him to know I did it on purpose.  So I point my knees at him and see
if he looks.  He keeps looking back and forth.  He looks so sad.  He thinks
because my nightie drops down to my ankles there's like no chance of his
seeing anything.  I can make it ride up by innocently shifting, and I do.

   He watches its progress as it moves two steps up and one step back.  I
want suspense in my unveiling.  He can't see anything but he's totally
fascinated.  This girl knows drama and it's so much fun.  Our eyes meet
briefly.  He looks and looks right back.  I smile and turn away to watch
the movie.

   It makes me mad all they do in the movie is throw the dice and run away.
I wish something exciting or dangerous happens to me so I can show how
brave I am.  I promise myself not to run away no matter how afraid I feel
and if I play a game I will play it till it's over.  I can't be totally
sure about the movie because I only watch parts of it and I'm thinking more
about dad then the movie.  My nightie completes its journey to the middle
of my thighs and my legs part.

   I know just what he sees.  I practice like any girl by sitting in front
a mirror.  Once in a while I let a guy look up my skirt but not like this.
It's exciting: I love it and feel important.

   He watches as my legs reveal and obscure.  When they press together his
eyes explore the gaps between me and my skirt searching for a clear shot. I
pull his eyes with my knees and he follows them even if he has to move his
body.

   His feelings of guilt measure my importance in his eyes: if he suddenly
finds out I know; he'll suddenly feel guilt and it will overwhelm him; if
he slowly realizes I know, his slow growing guilt won't frighten him off;
it will fuel his desire instead; I want him so to feel guilt; to want me
more then his guilt; to want me to spite his guilt; to want me so, I can
see he wants me in his eyes.

   I slowly move my head until I could see him just out of the corner of my
eye if I looked.  Instead my eyes are on the TV watching the movie.  I like
open my legs and pull the bottom of my skirt removing a fold which raises
my skirt an inch.  I shift my eyes; fearing his lie in wait and I'm so
caught; hoping rather to find his eyes in the trap I set between my legs,
and he is.  He even slid down couch.  I so wish I could laugh but I want to
reel him in.  I'm slowly: turning my head; saying I know; building his
guilt; letting him adjust.  His body knows but he's busy watching.  Each
time I move he becomes more aware of me until he wonders if I know.  He
face tells of the fight between caution and desire.  He fears my eyes but
stares at my thighs.  Like an addict using one last time, again and again.
I give a quick glance; my eyes get caught; by something unsought, swelling
in his pants.  I flee hoping he didn't see.  I look at the afterimage of my
recent indiscretion: He was too busy looking at me, to see me looking at
him.

   I cloak my eyes in innocence and catch his.  It's like I'm happy he
notices me.  I smile closed lipped like I think he's so sweet.  I look away
and I grin like I'm the happiest girl in the world.  I shift my eyes; catch
a glimpse and shift back too quick for him to see.  His expression says
he's smarter then me.

   Then I open my eyes and mouth, give a puzzled look.  I glance over like
I just realized I was turning him on.  I smile and give him sympathetic
look saying its ok I know men can't help it.  He looks a little ashamed but
I keep smiling until he knows I'm not mad and he smiles back.  Then I place
my hand between my legs: I'm totally blocking his view; saying I'm sorry my
pussy distracts; I'm totally protecting you.

   If he looks up my skirt again he's totally asking for it.  He pretends
to watch the movie.  But I'm not fooled.  I almost catch his eye.  I look
back, his eyes just left.  He can't win this game.  I'm so much better.  I
review my list of eye tricks and chose a simple one called, `The sky is
falling': My eyes jump straight up to the ceiling.  (I know he'll look up
too and return to my legs.) I pounce and catch him looking.  He's such an
amateur.  I smile like I forgive him, not for losing at eye tag of course
but for trying to look up my skirt.
Now he's too excited to care.  He wants to catch my eye to plead for
another shot.  We go back and forth a few times.  I look at the TV and
totally ignore him for a while.  I really watch the picture.  Like I try to
follow the action but it never seems more then a collection of special
effects and I've seen better.  I so don't understand why everyone else is
interested in the movie it's so lame but it keeps them totally occupied. 

Now it's good to be ignored.

   When I look back he's looking away.  I take the opportunity to look at
the bulge his pants.  I so don't want him to catch me.  I shift my eyes
away just before he looks.  Then it's like we look at each other at the
same time.  He looks me in the eye and then looks between my legs a couple
of times he's so begging.  Bingo I smile and look like I feel sorry for
him. I shrug my shoulders and slowly slide my hand from between my legs. 
We look at each other and when he looks between my legs and I spread them a
little more like I want him to be happy.  I go back to watching TV like I'm
not hot for him but I like him enough to give him what he wants.  After a
few minutes my legs open and close giving him different views of my pussy.
I want him totally entranced.  I so bring my A game.  He's lost in a gaze.
He's completely out of it and only aware of my pussy.  I stop moving and
just leave my legs open to see if he notices anything.

   I feel proud but I'm not just a hole.  If he wants a show he has to show
he wants more then just my pussy.  He still keeps staring.  I slam my legs
together; his head jerks up.  My expression says pay attention to the rest
of me too.  When he looks like he cares about what I want I smile and
spread my legs again.  He gets back into it but knows enough to look at my
face every once in a while.  I move my legs again but I move for my
pleasure as well as his.  I not sure why but squeezing my legs together and
rubbing them back and forth while flirting with dad is especially exciting.
I'm so into it because I like the same place on him he likes on me.  I have
to work hard to show him what I've got but his just pops up hard.  He
didn't have to do anything that was my job too.

   I didn't know I'd get excited.  I wish this would last forever.  I
realize I'm totally out of control but as the girl I should stay alert. 
Poor dad, like most men, he's a slave to his emotions.  They're dumb but
they're pretty.

   It's like my job to save us from getting caught.  I look around and it's
lucky.  Emily stopped watching the movie and she is totally looking at me.
She knows something's wrong and being a girl, she's smart.  She's going to
know soon if we keep it up.  I catch dad's eyes and look over at Emily so
he knows why we have to cool it.  I pull my legs under my nightie I forget
about him and watch TV.

   When the show is over dad says, "Megan it's time for bed." I feel
disappointed and head for the stairs.  I guess I totally struck out.  Maybe
he tested me to see what kind of girl I am and he knows I'm bad.

   Then at the stairs I hear him telling the kids to go to bed and turn out
their lights and go to sleep.  It's a signal because he didn't tell me to
turn off my lights.  He wants them out of the way and he wants me to wait
for him, maybe.  I hope.  My first rendezvous?

   The kids are in their rooms and their lights are off.  I wait.  My
stomach knots at the sound of his steps.  I turn my lamp down low.  He
opens the door.  I am so afraid of what he's going to do.  I move over
inviting him to sit down on the bed because if he sits down he has to be
nice even if he's mad.  He sits down.  I feel so relieved.  He asks me
about my day.  Then he starts smoothing back my hair.  Oh, he really cares
about me.  He says he likes my hair best because he likes platinum blond.
It's really white gold: I don't mind; he's a man; he makes me happy.

   He says he really likes my legs and pulls back the covers.  He lifts my
skirt; it's my first time; I feel excited and exposed.  Something, someone
rises up and pulls the skirt above my butt.  He says he can't stop thinking
about me.  I'm so important to him; I had no idea.  He treats me like I'm a
woman he wants for a girlfriend.  I feel like a deer caught in the
headlights to o frightened to move or say anything.  He smiles, and says he
loves me, which gives me like a sinking feeling in my stomach.

   He reaches under my nightie and rubs my tummy.  It feels kind of strange
because he is touching me in new way.  When his hand goes near my pussy I
feel excited and scared.  Then he moves to the foot of the bed and bends
over and starts kissing the soles of my feet.  He asks me to lift up my
knees and spread my legs.  Someone, not me but she, makes my legs obey.

   He licks the soles of my feet and looks right at my pussy.  He sucks my
toes like they're nipples and then stops and slides up the bed toward me
again and strokes the inside of my thighs It's totally shocking to see how
much he changed.  Is he really daddy or an alien pretending to be daddy? 
When he strokes my thighs I realize daddy didn't change I did.  I'm totally
different since she woke up.  She's not innocent like me; she's ignorant,
strong and reckless.  She's not a girl; girls aren't like that, she's a
total animal.  She opens my thighs and wants him to touch my pussy.  His
hand gets so close it drives her crazy.  Who is she?  She woke up when I
got dad excited; no she woke when dad got me excited.

   I close my eyes and wait for him to touch it but instead he reaches up
under my nightie and starts caressing my breast.  I feel disappointed but
playing with my tits is almost as exciting because he crossed the line. 
This is bad touching and we both know it.  It feels so wonderful.  This is
the first time anyone played with my nipple openly for sex.  He's so in
love with me.  "Daddy, why do you totally ignore me?" "Sweetheart I'm
afraid of my feelings.  I feel so excited around you I felt afraid of
losing control and going to jail but now I can't help it." "Daddy I won't
tell." Then he bends over, kisses my vagina and tells me to take off my
nightie.

   I sit up and pull it over my head.  He takes off his shirt and jacket,
kicks off his shoes and takes off his slacks.  He sits down next to me on
the bed.  He puts his arm around my shoulders and kisses the top of my
head. Then he reaches under both arms and plays with my breasts.  I'm
totally alone in a room with a man who's playing with my tits and I feel
like a little girl.  He's so nice saying he loves me and I'm pretty.  He
tells me he always wanted me ever since he saw me at a cast party in an
orange dress and lipstick.  He says he can't stop thinking about me.  I
said I thought he hated me in the play and hated me especially in orange
because he left the party early.  He said he left because he was afraid of
what he might do.  He said he thinks about me in the orange dress every
night.  I feel so swept away.

   He tells me to lie down on the bed facing away from him.  He pulls the
covers over me.  I like the warmth.  He turns out the light, gets under the
covers, lies down behind me on his side and we spoon.  He kisses me on the
ear and cheek.  I smell him close to me: It's like a man's smell.  He cups
my breasts and I'm so entranced I feel possessed.  He fondles them and it
feels so wonderful.  He turns my head and gives me my first passionate kiss
and I feel totally loved and warm inside.  He grabs my hips and I feel his
penis inside his underpants rubbing in my ass crack.  It feels like he's
fucking me.  I push against his prick so he can let go of my hips.  I so
want him back playing with my tits.  He's in tight and fondling my breasts
again.  He keeps humping my butt and I love it.  I love making dad totally
hot for me.  I like feeling his rough hands.  Then he grunts and I can feel
the wetness of his underpants.

   He turns my head and gives me a long deep kiss and says, "Sweetie I love
you but I need to go to down to the workshop and write code." He sits up
and so do I, I wrap my arms around him and say "Daddy I so love you." I
pull his mouth to mine and we kiss passionately.  He holds me and buries
his face in my hair.  He gives me a little lip kiss that lingers through
out the night.  On the bus; I feel tired, wet and totally frustrated.  Last
night after daddy left, I kept waking up feeling his lips on mine,
remembering the evening.  I felt so hot I touched myself for the first
time. She made me and won't let me feel guilty.  She's mad because I
couldn't come.  I don't know how.  I should have paid better attention to
Courtney.  It's lucky I never put my nightie back on because I soaked the
sheets.  I need to wash them after school.  I wonder if everyone will know
what happened last night.

   I have new eyes at school, her eyes.  I see sex all around me.  Girls
flirting with teachers; Teachers flirting with each other and wanting the
students; Woman teachers wanting boys; And I also see people using sex to
get things for themselves and to control others.  About half the kids are
innocents like the girls I have lunch with; none of them notices anything.
Maybe I need new friends.  Maybe I should start hanging out with the
whores. Courtney could introduce me.  I see Courtney after lunch in English
Class and when she sees me she starts laughing.  I blush because she knows.
I sit next to her in class, but I won't look at her or talk to her.  I also
know, she's screwing her dad and she's totally into him.

   I keep thinking about dad the whole day: how much I love him; how
wonderful the sex felt; how special he made me feel; how wrong it is; that
I don't want to be a total whore and go to hell.  I have my speech ready
but I feel so guilty about it.  Not just guilty about what we did: I do
feel guilty about that too but I think I will feel even more guilty if I
don't go through with it.  I would like be breaking a promise.  I didn't
make a promise to anyone; certainly not my father.  This is my chance to
talk to him.  All the kids go to activities after school today but I don't.
No one ever thought I could be good at anything, I guess.  They come home
in like 2 hours so I plan on talking to him first thing.  I bet he's in the
basement working on his search engine.  I'll say I love him and I really
loved what happened but we can't do it anymore; it's totally wrong,
especially between a girl and her dad.

   I open the door and he's right in front of me.  He never waited for me
before.  I feel so shocked I can't move.  He closes the door; kisses me and
takes off my back pack.  It falls to the floor as he picks me up.  I can't
talk with his tongue down my throat.  It's so romantic he's carrying me
upstairs to my room or his I can't tell.  I guess it's my room.  I feel so
special I can't say the speech that's fading from my mind.  "Megan I
haven't been able to think of anything but you since last night." What
speech?  I say, "I thought about you too dad." Instead of saying `I thought
about telling you we shouldn't have sex.' He really wants me and I hate
disappointing him.  No, it's I so love his paying attention to me I don't
want it to stop.  I love this too much: Stopping would be wrong: I made a
promise?  He says, "I worried all day about what happen last night and the
police.  But now we're alone." I feel excitement between my legs when he
says `we're alone.' It's totally awesome going from girl ignored, to girl
adored.  He opens the door.  And so I smell roses.  Where are we?" "Honey
you know my room." "You got me roses?" I look around and it's clear he
worked on the room all day.  He bought flowers and pink satin silk sheets
for the bed.  "Oh God: Do I mean that much to you?" "You mean far more to
me then I can say my beautiful obsession.  I worship you." I realize he so
wants me; even more then he ever wanted mommy and her room belongs to me.
As they say pay back is a bitch.  No, I love her, I guess.  Who knows what
I feel.  I know it's wrong but I so want it.  He sets me down on my feet
next to his bed.  I feel him fumble with the buttons on my shirt; it's kind
of funny his wanting me so much.  He unbuttons my shirt but gets impatient
with the last few; pulls the shirt open; pushes it off but before I can
feel afraid, he kisses me on my chest and feels my tits through my bra.  I
wonder; what's going to happen?  I hope it feels good like last night?  I
want us to go all the way but I bet it's gonna hurt.  I wanted to say
something but its like can't think, instead, he's taking off my bra.

   My bra is small but I have one to take off which makes me a woman.  He
pulls my jeans and panties down around my knees.  I feel embarrassed until
he kneels before me like I'm important and then he seems so silly I forget
myself and want to laugh.  He holds my ass and tries to kiss my pussy.  He
is so excited he doesn't know that he can't reach it with my legs together.
The poor guy needs my help so I lean back.  It hurts a little but I twist
my legs outward giving him access to me.  I push my pussy in his face and
he takes it gratefully and gives it a beautiful tongue kiss.  I feel like
he knocked me over with a pleasure.  The next thing I know my feet are on
the floor but my back is lying on the bed.  He is still holding my butt and
licking my pussy.  Then he gives my pussy a kiss.  I want to laugh at his
passion but I feel so much like a wet slut.  He breaks the kiss and stands
up.  I look up and he's across the room taking off his clothes.  I watch
him as he takes off everything but his pants.  Then he sits down and looks
at me.  I don't want to seem like a jerk so sit up and take off my shoes. I
stand pull up my panties and push my jeans down and step out of them.  My
panties feel so sexy around my thighs.  Then caught up in a desire to show
dad: I sit on the bed and remove my right leg from my panties; I stand and
kick my left leg straight up; as my foot reached its apex I pull and kick
my panties completely off.  I wonder if stripping for him will seem routine
some day.  I know sex feels exciting, but will striping for him seem
totally routine after awhile because it happens so much.  I'm like his
woman and we're getting ready for sex: A woman who seduced her father and
betrayed her mother.
Before I can say anything, he's across the room pushing me down on the
bed.  He covers me with kisses.  It's so exciting it feels like I did last
summer when I drank a couple of glasses of wine: I feel drunk; drunk on
love.  He sucks my tits and licks my nipples and the feeling drives me

totally crazy.  "Roll over on your tummy honey." "Ok dad." I hope he isn't
gonna fuck my butt again.  I want to come this time.  I feel him spreading
my butt cheeks and oh, my God he's licking my ass.  "Dad it's totally
wrong. You're sick" "I want you to know how much I want you.  I know you
like it." "Oh God!  It feels so good but it's totally dirty:" "I love your
ass hole it a privilege to kiss and lick it." He kisses my ass and moves
down my crack.  He stops and says, "I wouldn't do this to anyone else.  I
wanted you for years and now I can do it." "But daddy it's a sin." "Megan I
only wish God and your mother were here to see this." "Dad you're like
fucken crazy." Did I say that?  His face is buried in my crack and he
starts licking my pussy from underneath.  I totally loved what he did to my
ass: I loved it because he only licked me on the outside.
It's different with my pussy he pushes his tongue right in.  A man is in
me: It's the first time.  He explores me with his tongue from behind and
rolls me over.  His tongue enters my pussy again and it feels so like
heaven.  I know I want him and feel proud he's the first one in me.  I can
hear wet sounds as he licks me.  I'm losing myself: I fade with every lick
of his tongue.
He explores my pussy with his finger.  Then he licks my vulva and when
his tongue hits a bump I feel like a shock of pleasure.  Courtney called it
a clit.  He eats me and his hands move all my body; touching my ass,
stomach and breasts igniting feelings unknown.  His fingers run through my
vulva and he plays with my clit as his tongue continues pleasure my pussy.
He brings me close to an orgasm time after time and backs off.  I never had

an orgasm.  It's like torture being stimulated this way without relief.  I
say, "Take me!  Take me!" when I feel like I'm beginning to come but he
stops and just holds me.  I think I'm calm and I blurt out he should stop.
I feel sorry for the words even as I say them.  I think Courtney would be
ashamed.  The man just jumps up and he walks toward the door.  Only then do
I realize how hot I feel.  I tell him I so didn't mean it but the bastard
opens the door.  I feel like the girl in the movie last night.  I don't
want to be her.  The next thing I know I wrap my arms around his waist and
pull him back in the room.  "Please don't' stop." But you asked me to?" I
swing him around and push him toward the bed.  "I need you totally.  I
couldn't stand it if you didn't take me." He tries to pull away but I hold
on.  "Please daddy I want you." I push him back toward the bed and punch
his chest.  He said, "Ok start begging." "What do you mean?" "If you want
it start rubbing your pussy and beg me to fuck you."

   He knew all along.  The son of a bitch played me ever since he had to
close the door for the stunned little girl who just came home from school.
He is smart.  He may not know girl stuff but tricked me.  He knew my
passion would mirror his and he offered no relief wanting my desire to
excide my reason.

   He wants me to feel guilt; to want him more then my guilt; to want him
to spite my guilt; to want him enough to beg so I can never complain about
what we did.  Now I know the pleasure I gave him.

   I find I don't have to do it.  I could stop but it would be wrong.  I
would be breaking agreement; an agreement with who I don't know.  I do know
if I stopped I would be running away like, like they did in the movie last
night.  Now I remember.  No wonder I forgot.  I made the promise to myself.
Promises people make to themselves are the most important ones but ones we
often forget.  When I watched the movie I promised I wouldn't run away and
I'd play till the game it's over.  If I don't I would be like the girl in
the movie; a coward.  If I stop now this story is a tragedy: I'm a coward
and dad's a monster.  If I keep playing, it still may be a tragedy but it
might turn out to be a love story or porn.

   Not porn.  I never saw porn but I heard porn stories are like where
girls rip off their clothes for no reason and run out in the street yelling
fuck me fuck me and a motorcycle gang just happens to come along.  Not this
girl: Not any girl I think.  Ok not porn but this could be a sex story,
where sex is exciting and part of the story too.
I feel his palm hit my face not hard enough to be a slap but hard enough
to be exciting.  He's saying, "Stop staring and answer.  What's it gonna
be, slut?" If I don't beg I'll lose my self respect.  "Daddy I beg you
please." He steps back and sits down on the side of the bed.  "Squat down
and finger yourself in front of me, whore." I squat like a creature from
the rain forest and finger myself.  My legs channel the musky incense smoke
of passion, enveloping the little girl: When the smoke clears; my body, a
woman's body becomes me for the first time.  "Ok you humiliated yourself

now kneel before me.

   When I kneel he says, "Ok say.  `I'm a dirty cocking whore.'" He seeks
to trap me with my words but I totally embrace the new me.  "I'm a dirty
cock sucking whore." I look down at the floor degrading my old self and
embracing my sensuality.  "Liar you haven't sucked my cock, yet.  Tell me
Megan, do you me want to fuck you?" "Yes, yes I never wanted anything so
much in my life, daddy." He's not daddy any more but it's so dirty calling
daddy that the pleasure is electrifying.  "Do you want to commit incest
with me?  "Yes please fuck me." "That not enough say the words." "What do
you want me to say?" "Ok repeat after me.  "I want us to commit incest and
I want you to commit adultery with me?" The bastard is like a lawyer
wanting me to sign off on every single sin but it feels so good to wallow
in it that I'm grateful for his manipulation.  I'm so excited I don't know
what he said exactly but I totally know drama and I live my part.  "Yes
Daddy, I so want us to commit incest and adultery.  I'll gladly go to hell
if you just fuck me."

   "Ok cocksucker, pull down my fly and put my dirty cock your mouth." I
unzip his fly.  It's so gross it's exciting.  He teaches me how to stroke
his penis.  I hold it with two hands like it's a snake.  I kiss it and
plunge it in and pleasure him with my throat: It's exciting but it's hard
to breathe; I'm proud but I want to puke; I feel like I'm in heaven but I
know I'm totally going to hell.

   I coax his passion till he erupts in my mouth.  His come smells totally
gross but it like excites me.  I increase my passion by drinking his.  He's
yelling and out of control because of me.  I totally want to please him no
matter how degrading.  He stands, tells me to take off his pants: I rise,
unbuckle, unbutton and shove him; He starts falling; I grab trousers and
pull as he falls; He falls out of them; I swing them away; He bounces off
the bed; I snatch his underpants and throw them over my shoulder.  I'm a
total whore.

   I jump: He catches me; We French kiss; He turns us over and plants me on
the bed.  He goes down on me and starts eating me out.  I bend my knees and
pull my legs up to my chest and spread them.  His tongue caresses me as I
run my fingers through his hair.  If this isn't love its better then love.
If I'm not so horny I'd want him to do this forever.  He tongues my clit
intensely and rubs the base of my pussy with his middle finger.  I feel a
rhythm inside me and I'm coming for the first time.  It's more a relief
then anything.

   I'm still coming.  He grabs a lubricant from the headboard.  It feels
warm and smells nice as he rubs it inside.  Then he puts my middle finger
on my clit.  I watch him open a jar of Vaseline while I'm rubbing my pussy
and coming.  What am I?  What did he do to me?  I look at him putting
Vaseline on his dick.  Now everything seems scary and totally gross.  This
isn't a dream.  It's like the movie last night I was a little girl who
started a game she didn't understand except I'm brave, crazy enough to play
this out.  That man played me like I played him and he wants me too much to
protect the little girl I am inside.  Instead he's going to stab her like
every girl made into woman.

   Because he came before and I'm coming, I couldn't be more ready.  He
rubs the head his cock against the outside off my pussy.  He said I'm going
to take your cherry.  The faster I do it the less it will hurt.  Spread
your legs as wide as you can.  I straighten my legs up in the air and
totally spread them as I do it he runs me through and I feel an explosion
of pain rip though me.  It's agony but it goes as quickly as it came and
it's just sore.  I feel like people in the movies like when they get run
through with a sword.  I guess I am stabled with his sword.  I'm more
shocked then hurt.

   The guy starts fucking me with little strokes which make me wet and it
hurt less.  It feels good and hurts at the same time.  It's so wonderful
having him work his way in me: Sharing this journey with my dad means so
much.  He feels it too and says, "Megan I love feeling the inside of your
pussy." "Oh daddy, I so love you inside of me."

   He seems to have stopped making progress and is fucking me in one place,
"You know it going to hurt sometimes." I have an idea and I hug him and
kiss him on the cheek.  I push my face against his hard until he gives way
and we are face to face.  He understands and he kisses me passionately to
distract my body.  We both push hard and he slides in a little deeper with
less pain then we expected.  He goes wild fucking me.  It feels wonderful.
I feel more and more excited.  I start to push up.  "Baby I'm not in you
all the way." I say, "I felt so excited I didn't know until you told me. 
Oh, and please don't call me baby right now.  Call me anything else even
`cunt' but not baby.  " I push up and he squeezes my ass and he pushed
down. It hurts but its ok.  I totally want him in me all the way.  We push
until I feel his pubic bone press against mine.  It feels wonderful.  I
feel proud because he's inside me.

   "Oh daddy you are up me all the way: Your penis is an organ in my body."
He says, "I'm in you: I'm part of you: This is the greatest moment of my
life." We hold each other unmoving.  His hands keep squeezing my ass cheeks
back and forth so much it should hurt.  No it hurts but I like him hurting
me this way.  I feel my pussy wrapping around his cock and his cock change
shape so it matches my pussy.  He feels drops on my cheek and pushes
himself up off the bed.  "Does it hurt a lot sweetheart?" "No it just feels
so wonderful." We are one and I see his eyes glisten; His wet falls from
his eyes mixing with mine rolling down my cheek.  He licks and gives me
salty kisses.

   He puts his cheek next to mine and we hold reach other.  We enjoy of our
natural vibrations rubbing us against each other.  We want more and savor
little movements we make.  Each feels so good we move more and more until
our lust overcomes our love and we both start fucking at exactly the same
time.

   He's stroking inside of me and tries to get fancy.  This is ridiculous.
"Tom I totally need you fuck me.  You can be artistic next time.  Don't act
like a jerk just fuck me: Fuck the liven shit out of me." He goes crazy. 
He keeps banging me.  We move all over the bed and he lifts me up and slams
me down.  He's shaking me to death and I don't care.  I drop the burden of
self and float into the ecstasy of now.  Not past not future not direction
their lies drop away.  I'm pleasure.  I'm everything.  The feeling lasts
forever.  Time starts with the feel of vibration, the vibration of our
orgasm, my orgasm.  I'm coming.  I hear my soft cries of auh auh auh ooou
and dad's panting on top of me.  The coming fades like the sounds of
thunder in the distance.

   Just as I accept that it's over: He violently grabs the covers: I hear
the door; he rolls over, I hear Emily enter; He pulls the covers over me. I
can't see but I can hear Emily say, "Dad, Meghan dropped her backpack right
in front of the door and I almost tripped.  She did it before and knows."
Dad says, "Just like you know you are supposed to knock before you come
in." "Daddy you don't have any clothes on," "that's why you should knock.
Now put Megan's backpack in her room and I want you stop spying on her."
"But daddy she's dangerous." "You heard me young lady." I hear her close
the door.

   I pop up from under the covers.  "Daddy why did Emily say I'm
dangerous?" "She has this crazy idea that when you want something you would
do anything to get it." I feel a little flush of anger and say, "She
paranoid you know." "I know.  You are a sweet girl.  We are going to have
to talk about how to handle this." "Yes I know we are going have to have;
what do you call them?" "Private business meetings: We are going to have to
have several I'm afraid." "I don't mind.  Daddy do you have any bubble
bath?" "I'm sure there is some in my bathroom left over from before." I
give him a hug and a kiss and say, "Please start my bath and add bubbles.
I'm going to take a bathrobe from your closet: I'd ask you to get it but
there's one in there that I always wanted.


   

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